“And their names are Bride Kelly and Katty O’Gorman; doesn’t that bring Killard and brown bogs back to you? And—oh, by Jove!”
“What is it?” demanded his family, in unison.
“This is what it is. ‘I don’t know would your honour remember Con Hegarty, that was shofer to Sir John at Rathcullen, and a decent boy with one leg and he after coming back from the war. He have no job since Sir John died, and he bid me tell you he’d be proud to drive a car for you, and to be with ye all. And if he have only one leg itself he’s as handy as any one with two or more. Sir John had him with him at Homewood, and he knows the car that’s there, and ’tis the way if you had a job for him he could take the two girls over when he went, and he used to travelling the world.’ That’s all, I think,” Mr. Linton ended.
“What luck!” Jim ejaculated. “We couldn’t have a better chauffeur.”
“I wonder we never thought of Con,” said his father. “A nice boy; I’d like to have him.”
“So would I,” added Norah. “When will you get them, Dad?”
“I’ll write at once and send a cheque for their fares,” said her father. “I’ll tell them to send me a telegram when they start.” He rose to leave the room. “What are you going to do this morning, children?”
“We’re all turning out the cottage,” Norah answered promptly. “I haven’t told Sarah; she disapproves of me so painfully if I do any work, and hurts my feelings by always doing it over again, if possible. At the same time, she looks so unhappy about working at all, and sighs so often, that I don’t feel equal to telling her that the cottage has to be done. So Jim and Wally have nobly volunteered to help me.”
“Don’t knock yourself up,” said her father. “Will you want me?”
“No—unless you like to come as a guest and sit still and do nothing. My two housemaids and I can easily finish off that little job. There’s not really a great deal to do,” Norah added; “the place is very clean. Only one likes to have everything extra nice when Tired People come.”